I have not posted in a couple days breaking my promise to myself but, I had a very good excuse. On Sunday Dec 12, 2010, I was finishing up dinner and was feeling like a very proud puffed up little mamma peacock, because I was so organized and ahead of myself (I should have know something was coming). My parents were coming over for dinner followed by a trip around the town to look at Christmas lights. Dinner was almost complete (french dip sandwiches with creamy horseradish, sweet potato fries, navy beans, spinach salad and christmas cookies for dessert). The table was set with the Christmas Spode and my favorite holiday table cloth and napkins and I even had a holiday centerpiece, the Christmas carols were on, the house was relatively clean and Noah and John were happily playing, ah bliss during Christmas time? Then Noah ran into the kitchen and grabbed one of the open cans of beans and John ran after him to extract it from him before he hurt himself. Too late, as the next second I hear, "Oh my god, he's bleeding, its bad really bad." John (I love you honey very much) has a tendency to freak out so I figured we were okay. I walked over and yes it was freak out time. I want to keep this from being overly gross but lets just say I have to make an appointment to get the couch cleaned ASAP (and the car and the clothes Noah and I were wearing are goners).
So off we went wrapped with several kitchen towels to the Chandler ER, screaming and freaking out (Noah and sometimes John). We arrived looking a bit like we had just had a bad accident with some red food coloring with a howling Noah, a shaken John and a harried mamma. They took us back to triage and declared that we needed stitches and x-rays to see if the bone had been affected. Around that time wonderful Nana and Pa arrived and helped calm the boy(s) down. Then it was off to x-ray, which was fun with a screaming, squirmy and very scared toddler who had to hold still, we took about 10 pictures and finally got what we needed. Then it was off to wait.... and wait..... and wait some more. Thanks god for the medical helicopter outside which provided much entertainment, the I-Pod, cookies and Nana and Pa. Then it was our turn, I will save the details, but lets just say, I think I cried as much as Noah and wished more than a few times that I had cut my finger instead of him. When it was all over, the bone was fine and Noah had five new stitches to take home on his right ring finger.
As I was sitting in the waiting room at the ER... waiting I kept remembering what Father Jack had said that day at mass. He was talking about being patient, being thankful for the little things in life, being still for God and enjoying all the everyday blessings we have. I kept thinking while he was preaching "Come on, hurry up, I have got so much to do today," when I should have been thinking, "Thank you, I will listen". That night I got smacked between the eyes and got a wake up call. Christmas is not about the perfect dinner, presents, Christmas cards or lights it about being thankful for the everyday blessings, for my healthy little one (all in one piece again), that John and I are healthy, the fact that we have a roof over our heads, food to eat and friends and family. I am listening God, one request, next time let it be me, this deflated mamma peacock can't take anymore tears from her little one.
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